he was somehow autonomously learning to function as a human being despite the fact that his mother was Julia, despite the fact that the botanic garden was the third place they’d visited that day in a demented roster of motion, after a hearty climb on the whale fountain at the park and a visit to see Captain and Tennille, the probably incestuous library hamsters, and it was only ten-thirty a.m. and the thought of the day stretching before them made her feel physically sick—despite
